Ouija Board Experiences

[Nebuchadnezzar]

I too thought it was nonsense. I got roped in to joining in as my mates mum was obsessed with contacting her late husband on the Ouija board. She took it all serious and told us to show respect, which we didn't. Asking to contact famous people asking daft questions and taking the piss. From memory I think I was involved 3 or 4 times, thought it was bullshit and just a lark.

The one night I remember is when the glass smashed and I felt a heavy impending presence in the air. Was an evil spirit that followed me home and I went through what I can only describe as a a conscious living nightmare.

I wouldn't recommend anyone use a Ouija board, even with decent folk around. I want to explain my experience further but i find difficult to put into words right now.

Waiting patiently if you ever decide you want to tell the story.....

You don't seem to be the type for tales so would be intrigued to know what you experienced, if you ever feel the time is right....

 

[Two Gun Bob]

We see what we see and then we begin to interpret in our own special way. That is not to be disingenuous to any and all that have seen things that went bump in the night. If you say you have seen things then I tend to err that you possibly may have done but as mentioned it's all down to how an individuals minds eye interprets a given situation.

A quick tale if I may as I used to work in the funeral industry and one tale I feel sure I have previously recanted. Lets call her old Mrs Johnson and I digress as we were inundated one week and I had a viewing the following day from her dear family. I called at the mortuary to prepare her for her loved ones by means of embalming which is used for sanitation, preparation and presentation reasons. It was late late evening and was thundering and lightening outside. I say that not to set atmospherics but more to recant the tale as how it actually transcribed and the details are to the best of my memory correct, although being many decades to the previous. I was busy at work and concentrating to the task in hand when the mortuary door swung open and I screamed a long piercing scream. The policeman on the other side of the door also screamed and we screamed together for what seemed like an eternity. I think it was shock from both sides as realization came into play and I saw him in his black rain sodden tunic and he saw me gowned up with trocar to hand. The door to the funeral home had been left unlocked and he had seen the lights on so had decided to investigate. After we exchanged pleasantries he left and I continued as time was of the essence. The weather outside had worsened and the thunder claps were now at 5 second intervals with the storm very close to hand. Something in my minds eye made me look behind me to the mortuary fridges and my imagination began to run wild possible brought about by that prior encounter with the officer. I finished off as quick as I was able and prepared to leave. However in order to leave I had to go through the mortuary doors down a long corridor with viewing rooms on either side. We were full and my mind began to go into overdrive and play tricks. I casually locked the door behind me and began to slowly amble down that corridor to the exit and I have no idea why but my walk steadily broke into a trot and then a canter as the outside door came into sight. I envisaged that they were all starting to climb out of their coffins and come for me, but get this the exit key was on a larger key-ring with about a dozen other keys on and I couldn't get the right key to fit. I knew if they got me and I died of fright the coroner would just say unexpected heart attack and case closed without checking for bite marks plus the officer had been in previously and would confirm the same. By now my hands hand turned into a sweaty slippery mess as I worked through that key chain and I felt sure I just heard a door creak open so I slid down the wall shaking with fear, eyes transfixed to the distance to await my fate. I have no idea what gave me the strengh to stand up and re-continue but the right key was found and I ran off at speed to my car. I did not go in the following day and called in sick. So here is the million dollar question. Had those dead turned into the undead to seek revenge on me or was it all simply Just My Imagination once again, running away with me. You decide and a true story.

 

[BlueMoonRisin’]

I'm not a religious guy but I definitely believe the powers of good and evil exist, had too many weird happenings in my life to have atheist views of nothingness, and the power of good definitely prevails over evil IMO.

I'm not writing this to seek attention, honest to god, yes god, I believe we call the ruler and supreme power of the universe.

Seriously, what I have mentioned so far is not a figment of my sober, pissed stoned smashed imagination. I was stone cold sober that night but I cannot yet bring myself to explain further.

Many people in this world have lost their mind to the point of being admitted to a mental hospital (as I have) or even worse, committed suicide through losing their battle of evil demons they could not handle. I've come out of the several strange experiences I've had in life a better more rational guy, and nowadays I prefer to have a closed mind not receptive to my 6th sense. I think wanting to know things that shouldn't be known has tipped me over the edge of sanity and rational thinking, but for about 20 years I have not hit the floor feeling like a hopeless wreck. Maybe I'm being protected by my spirit guide overseen by God, I don't know. But there is definitely something/someone guiding me to stay inside that narrow monorail like track of sanity and rational thinking.

Another time I'll go into more detail but now is not the time as I have personal family things to focus on in the living world.
I honestly couldn't give a shit if posters believe me or not, and am not arsed about cheap pops from cynic know nowt non believers.

 

[ray21]

We see what we see and then we begin to interpret in our own special way. That is not to be disingenuous to any and all that have seen things that went bump in the night. If you say you have seen things then I tend to err that you possibly may have done but as mentioned it's all down to how an individuals minds eye interprets a given situation.

A quick tale if I may as I used to work in the funeral industry and one tale I feel sure I have previously recanted. Lets call her old Mrs Johnson and I digress as we were inundated one week and I had a viewing the following day from her dear family. I called at the mortuary to prepare her for her loved ones by means of embalming which is used for sanitation, preparation and presentation reasons. It was late late evening and was thundering and lightening outside. I say that not to set atmospherics but more to recant the tale as how it actually transcribed and the details are to the best of my memory correct, although being many decades to the previous. I was busy at work and concentrating to the task in hand when the mortuary door swung open and I screamed a long piercing scream. The policeman on the other side of the door also screamed and we screamed together for what seemed like an eternity. I think it was shock from both sides as realization came into play and I saw him in his black rain sodden tunic and he saw me gowned up with trocar to hand. The door to the funeral home had been left unlocked and he had seen the lights on so had decided to investigate. After we exchanged pleasantries he left and I continued as time was of the essence. The weather outside had worsened and the thunder claps were now at 5 second intervals with the storm very close to hand. Something in my minds eye made me look behind me to the mortuary fridges and my imagination began to run wild possible brought about by that prior encounter with the officer. I finished off as quick as I was able and prepared to leave. However in order to leave I had to go through the mortuary doors down a long corridor with viewing rooms on either side. We were full and my mind began to go into overdrive and play tricks. I casually locked the door behind me and began to slowly amble down that corridor to the exit and I have no idea why but my walk steadily broke into a trot and then a canter as the outside door came into sight. I envisaged that they were all starting to climb out of their coffins and come for me, but get this the exit key was on a larger key-ring with about a dozen other keys on and I couldn't get the right key to fit. I knew if they got me and I died of fright the coroner would just say unexpected heart attack and case closed without checking for bite marks plus the officer had been in previously and would confirm the same. By now my hands hand turned into a sweaty slippery mess as I worked through that key chain and I felt sure I just heard a door creak open so I slid down the wall shaking with fear, eyes transfixed to the distance to await my fate. I have no idea what gave me the strengh to stand up and re-continue but the right key was found and I ran off at speed to my car. I did not go in the following day and called in sick. So here is the million dollar question. Had those dead turned into the undead to seek revenge on me or was it all simply Just My Imagination once again, running away with me. You decide and a true story.

Just reading this at 3-35 am in a caravan and the wind is howling like hell lol made me think of times when I was a hospital porter and I had mortuary duties, your story would be great turned into a short film.

 

[idahoblues]

When I was a kid, we lived in an old Victorian terraced house in Barrow in Furness. Like many houses of this type it was narrow but long and upstairs there was a corridor running the length of the house with bedrooms off, culminating in a smallish bedroom that sat over the garage. It was a spare, so nothing in it but a single bed and one of these makeship wardrobes that are nothing but a metal rail with a curtain hung in the corner of the room. As I am writing this, I still get the same feeling as the first time I walked into that room. Utter fucking terror and a feeling of nausea. Saw nothing, heard nothing but christ whenever I was occasionally asked to go and get something stored in it......

Completely unexplainable to me, never felt anything like it in my life other than in that room. Its putting the shits up me even writing this. Nothing to do with an Ouija Board mind so apologies for straying off topic.

when I was a kid, I had a mate whose parents had a really old stone house in our village, they lived in London during the week but would drive up whenever they could. His Dad was an artist and a sculpture and went through a phase of sculpting human heads. My mate had the run of this old house and I'd spend days hanging out with him and just stay there most nights. The house had no indoor bathrooms and we had to piss or shard in a pot that was out in one of the hallways, I still get the heebie-jeebies thinking of that old place, used to scare the shit out of me, all the spooky old paintings and those fucking heads...

 

[idahoblues]

Just reading this at 3-35 am in a caravan and the wind is howling like hell lol made me think of times when I was a hospital porter and I had mortuary duties, your story would be great turned into a short film.

did you just hear something outside the window?

 

[Paladin]

So here's a chance to call me a liar, because it's something I saw with my own eyes. Albeit not linked to oiuji boards.

One night I was walking my dog along the edge of a playing field. We were actually outside the railings. All of a sudden I saw a bright light about 20ft away and 2ft off the ground. Imagine a dog with a torch in its mouth. After bit it started to move. But then it shot to the far end of the field, far faster than even a greyhound could run. I watched it moving about for several minutes, until it vanished. No sound. no sign of anything but this small and very bright light.

Not all things are easy to explain away.

Do you wear specs?

 

[Saddleworth2]

We see what we see and then we begin to interpret in our own special way. That is not to be disingenuous to any and all that have seen things that went bump in the night. If you say you have seen things then I tend to err that you possibly may have done but as mentioned it's all down to how an individuals minds eye interprets a given situation.

A quick tale if I may as I used to work in the funeral industry and one tale I feel sure I have previously recanted. Lets call her old Mrs Johnson and I digress as we were inundated one week and I had a viewing the following day from her dear family. I called at the mortuary to prepare her for her loved ones by means of embalming which is used for sanitation, preparation and presentation reasons. It was late late evening and was thundering and lightening outside. I say that not to set atmospherics but more to recant the tale as how it actually transcribed and the details are to the best of my memory correct, although being many decades to the previous. I was busy at work and concentrating to the task in hand when the mortuary door swung open and I screamed a long piercing scream. The policeman on the other side of the door also screamed and we screamed together for what seemed like an eternity. I think it was shock from both sides as realization came into play and I saw him in his black rain sodden tunic and he saw me gowned up with trocar to hand. The door to the funeral home had been left unlocked and he had seen the lights on so had decided to investigate. After we exchanged pleasantries he left and I continued as time was of the essence. The weather outside had worsened and the thunder claps were now at 5 second intervals with the storm very close to hand. Something in my minds eye made me look behind me to the mortuary fridges and my imagination began to run wild possible brought about by that prior encounter with the officer. I finished off as quick as I was able and prepared to leave. However in order to leave I had to go through the mortuary doors down a long corridor with viewing rooms on either side. We were full and my mind began to go into overdrive and play tricks. I casually locked the door behind me and began to slowly amble down that corridor to the exit and I have no idea why but my walk steadily broke into a trot and then a canter as the outside door came into sight. I envisaged that they were all starting to climb out of their coffins and come for me, but get this the exit key was on a larger key-ring with about a dozen other keys on and I couldn't get the right key to fit. I knew if they got me and I died of fright the coroner would just say unexpected heart attack and case closed without checking for bite marks plus the officer had been in previously and would confirm the same. By now my hands hand turned into a sweaty slippery mess as I worked through that key chain and I felt sure I just heard a door creak open so I slid down the wall shaking with fear, eyes transfixed to the distance to await my fate. I have no idea what gave me the strengh to stand up and re-continue but the right key was found and I ran off at speed to my car. I did not go in the following day and called in sick. So here is the million dollar question. Had those dead turned into the undead to seek revenge on me or was it all simply Just My Imagination once again, running away with me. You decide and a true story.

I would say its a natural mental reaction to your, at the time, employment. The thunder and lightening + the policeman you are already jumpy. Then the mind gets to work.....
Had you been watching the 'Thriller' video beforehand?
Now that would have been something to see, a phalanx of the undead dancing towards you as you fumbled for the key.
Out of interest, did you work in the funeral industry for long?

 

[Saddleworth2]

I'm not a religious guy but I definitely believe the powers of good and evil exist, had too many weird happenings in my life to have atheist views of nothingness, and the power of good definitely prevails over evil IMO.

I'm not writing this to seek attention, honest to god, yes god, I believe we call the ruler and supreme power of the universe.

Seriously, what I have mentioned so far is not a figment of my sober, pissed stoned smashed imagination. I was stone cold sober that night but I cannot yet bring myself to explain further.

Many people in this world have lost their mind to the point of being admitted to a mental hospital (as I have) or even worse, committed suicide through losing their battle of evil demons they could not handle. I've come out of the several strange experiences I've had in life a better more rational guy, and nowadays I prefer to have a closed mind not receptive to my 6th sense. I think wanting to know things that shouldn't be known has tipped me over the edge of sanity and rational thinking, but for about 20 years I have not hit the floor feeling like a hopeless wreck. Maybe I'm being protected by my spirit guide overseen by God, I don't know. But there is definitely something/someone guiding me to stay inside that narrow monorail like track of sanity and rational thinking.

Another time I'll go into more detail but now is not the time as I have personal family things to focus on in the living world.
I honestly couldn't give a shit if posters believe me or not, and am not arsed about cheap pops from cynic know nowt non believers.

Thats either a very good bait or a very honest post. Its difficult to know without knowing you better which.
I will tend to the latter because of my open and honest nature.
You will need when you are ready, to tell your story. Have you told it to others in your life and what was their reaction?
Anyway, I am sure you will agree that fishing is an excellent way to keep equilibrium in your life and your mind. In my instance I took it up to deal with stress at work, a very modern demon. Did it help you?

 

[DazWA9]

We see what we see and then we begin to interpret in our own special way. That is not to be disingenuous to any and all that have seen things that went bump in the night. If you say you have seen things then I tend to err that you possibly may have done but as mentioned it's all down to how an individuals minds eye interprets a given situation.

A quick tale if I may as I used to work in the funeral industry and one tale I feel sure I have previously recanted. Lets call her old Mrs Johnson and I digress as we were inundated one week and I had a viewing the following day from her dear family. I called at the mortuary to prepare her for her loved ones by means of embalming which is used for sanitation, preparation and presentation reasons. It was late late evening and was thundering and lightening outside. I say that not to set atmospherics but more to recant the tale as how it actually transcribed and the details are to the best of my memory correct, although being many decades to the previous. I was busy at work and concentrating to the task in hand when the mortuary door swung open and I screamed a long piercing scream. The policeman on the other side of the door also screamed and we screamed together for what seemed like an eternity. I think it was shock from both sides as realization came into play and I saw him in his black rain sodden tunic and he saw me gowned up with trocar to hand. The door to the funeral home had been left unlocked and he had seen the lights on so had decided to investigate. After we exchanged pleasantries he left and I continued as time was of the essence. The weather outside had worsened and the thunder claps were now at 5 second intervals with the storm very close to hand. Something in my minds eye made me look behind me to the mortuary fridges and my imagination began to run wild possible brought about by that prior encounter with the officer. I finished off as quick as I was able and prepared to leave. However in order to leave I had to go through the mortuary doors down a long corridor with viewing rooms on either side. We were full and my mind began to go into overdrive and play tricks. I casually locked the door behind me and began to slowly amble down that corridor to the exit and I have no idea why but my walk steadily broke into a trot and then a canter as the outside door came into sight. I envisaged that they were all starting to climb out of their coffins and come for me, but get this the exit key was on a larger key-ring with about a dozen other keys on and I couldn't get the right key to fit. I knew if they got me and I died of fright the coroner would just say unexpected heart attack and case closed without checking for bite marks plus the officer had been in previously and would confirm the same. By now my hands hand turned into a sweaty slippery mess as I worked through that key chain and I felt sure I just heard a door creak open so I slid down the wall shaking with fear, eyes transfixed to the distance to await my fate. I have no idea what gave me the strengh to stand up and re-continue but the right key was found and I ran off at speed to my car. I did not go in the following day and called in sick. So here is the million dollar question. Had those dead turned into the undead to seek revenge on me or was it all simply Just My Imagination once again, running away with me. You decide and a true story.

haha, is that from creepypasta or nosleep?